The Legendary Man

Jonathan was the numero uno among the Divine Realm cultivators.

With Seboxia currently in him, not even the underground cell could completely contain Jonathan’s power.

As for Kathleen, the alliance of the Leesons, the Mallorys, and the Hendersons behind Kathleen was only the result of the fight between the eight respectable families.

Perhaps this alliance was crucial in the outside world, but it was as helpful as a matchstick in a fire in the small world.

The alliance between cultivators had always been about the benefits they could reap. Stellario would be a fool if he were to go to Kathleen.

The fireworks above them soon disappeared.

Jonathan was sure that Hayden was doing his best to get to him as well.

In the next moment, the three started making their swift way along the ridge to the spot up ahead on their right.

“Jon, aren’t we getting too full of ourselves by running along the ridge without care?” Stellario asked as he gestured a spell to channel the spiritual energy inside him. In no time, he had covered himself with various spiritual parasites.

If anyone were to attack him from the side, Stellario would definitely be capable of summoning a large number of parasites.

“This is the fastest way there,” Jonathan flatly replied as he kept his gaze fixed on the path before them.

Despite the tranquility of his expression, Jonathan was feeling grim.

As per the rules introduced by the man earlier, in previous competitions, only the final one hundred cultivators in the arena would be chosen to serve as envoys of Yannopolis.

The competition was the same as battle royale games in the outside world.

The rate of elimination was high, and even if the survivors did not amount to up to a hundred, there would be no major issues.

bestowed with cultivation methods. Once they upgraded themselves, they would then be tossed into the

would at least be three thousand cultivators who would ultimately end up

there were definitely more than three thousand cultivators in

the massive size of it. The distance to the massive black walls encircling the arena stretched for dozens of miles. In fact,

seemed terrifying, but there were thousands of God Realm

dozens of meters away from their original spot. In other words, it was still too crowded for

locations had

of whether or not Jonathan and the others made an effort to hide themselves, they

they were not stationary and concealing their aura, they would surely

Jonathan saw

they were moving as a trio. If they bumped into other average cultivators, they would be

was mostly on Merilyn, who was beside

longer they ran, the more frightful Jonathan

too low, as far as he could tell from when she tried to assassinate the two. If they were to bring her along, she might end up

Merilyn’s unique skills happened to be the perfect

Jonathan realized that he might have underestimated the

had been so quick that even Jonathan’s green wolf

was evident that Stellario was adjusting his pace to match Jonathan’s

had yet to channel his life force, he was

meridians, flesh, and blood would suffer immense strain. He was teetering on the brink of

other hand, Merilyn remained unfazed. Throughout their entire run, her posture remained unchanged, and her expression stayed the

if Jonathan were to pay attention to her breathing,

found the corners of his lips

when both of them are accommodating me now. This is

that thought crossed Jonathan’s mind, a golden ripple materialized before him—a clear indication of the bronze handbell fulfilling

“Someone’s attacking us!”